At 11:17 a.m. on my third day,
I saw you across the quad
But you disappeared before I could reach you.
At 4:55 p.m. in 1919,
One of Clemenceau’s aides got in my way
And you were gone again.
At 8:23 p.m. in 1604,
You smiled at me in the Globe
When I said, “So Shakespeare did exist.”
At 9:31 p.m. in 1935,
The Mahatma made you blush.
I have the photo to prove it.
At 10:54 a.m. in 1763,
Convincing Catherine that I was Voltaire
Was not fair payback, and you know it.
At 7:03 a.m. in 2001,
I stopped you from saving someone,
Knowing you might never speak to me again.
At 1:58 p.m. on my nineteenth day,
We convinced you it was still worth it.
My motives were selfish.
At 4:40 p.m. in 50 BCE,
I proved you’re more beautiful than Cleopatra,
Just to make you smile again.
At 12:01 a.m. in 1420,
We wrote our names on a boulder
And promised it we’d visit later.
At 6:28 p.m. on my thirty-fourth day,
You talked me out of going forward
Since for us, now matters more than someday.
At 9:42 a.m. in 1955,
I skateboarded around a clocktower.
At least you got the joke.
At 2:12 p.m. in 1770 BCE,
I shouldn’t have dared you
To offer Hammurabi a fake eye as trade.
At 3:15 p.m. in 1851,
We kissed under the Crystal Palace
And told Charlotte Brontë not to stare.
At 6:43 a.m. in 1355,
I lost sight of you for a moment
But that moment mattered more than any other.
At 5:09 p.m. someday later,
They convinced me to stop searching
But I shouldn’t have listened.
At 11:10 a.m. on some other me’s first day,
I wanted to stop you crossing the quad
Even though it doesn’t work that way.
At 12:01 a.m. in 2004,
I fulfilled the promise to our boulder
Knowing someday it won’t be there.
At 8:18 p.m. on my last day,
Breaking every law was worth it
To see you smile in the Globe again.
This story originally appeared in Daily Science Fiction.